The kid has to get used to it.
He doesn't have to get used to anything.
I've asked you not to smoke in the car when he's with us.
-Sílvia, he's my son too. -Oh, my God.
They call the Rising Sun
It's been the ruin
Of many a poor boy
God, I know I'm one
What's the first thing you wanna do now that you're out?
Revenge.
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
It's been the ruin of many…
Hey, you sexy bitch, there you are.
How've you been? All right?
In the house of the Rising Sun
WELCOME HOME, EDUARDO (AGAIN)
Daddy loves you.
Ah! You know that?
Yeah.
Daddy! I want Uncle Eduardo, Daddy.
Mmm. Mmm.
You brought all my uncle's stuff. I really appreciate it.
Hey, buddy.
When the night has come
And the land is dark
And the moon
Is the only light we'll see
No, I won't…
It's good to see you guys.
To Joe.
Stand by me…
So darlin', darlin'…
We love you, Eduardo!
That's right!
That's what I'm talking about.
That's what I'm saying.
Friends are the family we choose.
I can't imagine what life would be like
if Eduardo didn't take the heat for Silvia.
Nothing would be the same.
…should tumble and fall
Or the mountain Should crumble to the sea
…bar-down on a PK for the win.
I won't cry, I won't cry…
Hilarious. You're so silly.
-Tomorrow, I'm going to Rio. -Huh?
Another month without me, hmm?
Get over here.
What's a few days after what I just went through?
Muah.
Safe travels. Bye.
Hey, bye, brother.
-Bye, buddy. -See you later.
Big kiss.
There's food in the fridge and I made your bed for you.
You're the best.
Bye.
In prison, you have to survive.
So you learn to forget. Every day, you're looking over your shoulder.
You can't mince words, lose your temper.
My bro had three years to learn how to learn to survive.
DOCKWORKER'S BODY FOUND
Eduardo always knew how to defend himself,
but he never did end up learning how to forget.
AZORES ON THE COCAINE ROUTE
TURN OF THE TIDE
Excuse me.
Sorry, but, uh, I-- I came here for a Herculano Caco.
I don't know if…
I have a few other names here, not sure if you can help.
Uh, Zé Fininho, Besouro, Chico…
Chico Choco?
Rui Fofa or, uh…
Appreciate it.
Hey.
They know who you are. Those guys won't talk to you.
Morais was my cousin.
Hey, Morais!
I wasn't there the night they killed him,
but he did some side jobs for the main Harbor Security Director.
Nothing happens here without that bastard knowing about it.
MISSING: MARIANA FRIAS HAVE YOU SEEN THIS GIRL?
António!
Whale hunting ended in 1987.
And today, we will be very lucky
because we were lucky this morning, we just saw an abandoned--
Big whale, off the bow!
-To the left of the boat! -You see anything?
-Whale on the left side! -Where do you see a whale?
Rafael, what are you doing? Whales? Shut the hell up.
We need to give 'em something. We haven't even seen a jellyfish.
Hey, I don't see a whale.
Went back under. Dived!
Since cruise ships started docking in Ponta Delgada,
the whales have disappeared.
They must be against mass tourism, those sons of bitches.
Speaking of the curse of the cruise ships,
Carlinhos finally hit it as a big-time singer.
Play that song.
-Again? -Again, please.
Thank you.
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
Remember the lady from the old folks' home, Rosa?
Turns out she really was crazy. She didn't have a daughter.
She died and left the theater to Bruna.
Bruna, she's crafty.
She renovated it, opened a cool little bar,
and shows old movies there. Smart cookie, that one.
-Make me a counteroffer. -No.
How much money did you spend renovating this dump?
No!
Fine.
Here's my card for when you change your mind.
Fuck, dude.
How many times do I have to say no?
Couldn't find a boyfriend in prison?
I kept calling him Bruna, he ended up breaking up with me.
Bruna, I owe you a--
I know what you're gonna say.
Serving time in prison made you a new man, right?
And you regret what you did. I bet you even started practicing yoga.
Ah, so you did read my letters.
No.
But as they say in your precious little America,
"Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, I'm the fucking idiot."
I'm not trying to fool anybody, all right?
I've always had a thing for dumb broken guys like you.
There's a limit, though.
You can leave it there.
Uh, but can I read it?
"Sorry, Bruna."
Is there a good movie showing later tonight?
Beat it. I'm busy working.
Mmm. Who stars in it?
Some guy who likes to push his luck.
Two tickets, please.
Two?
I thought you said the guy likes to push his luck.
Rogerio Malafaia?
You went to prison for attempted rape, right?
I paid the price for that already.
Say this phrase.
-I won't say shit without my lawy-- -Say it before I kill you!
"Fuck, this is it. This is it right here."
Again, without reading.
"Fuck, this is it. This is it right here."
Mommy… Mommy, pick up please.
Mommy, I think there's somebody in the apartment.
Mommy. Mommy, answer the phone, please.
Fuck, this is it. This is it right here.
Mommy, I think there's somebody in the apartment.
Fuck, this is it. This is it right here.
Muah.
Get the ball, get the ball, come on! Open it! Open it!
Pass to Canhoto!
Pass to Canhoto, come on! Hey!
Go, Canhoto, go! Go, go, go!
Hold on a second! You stop the game in the middle of our counterattack?
And that bullshit penalty over there?
If you like fucking over kids so much, maybe it's 'cause you're a pedophile, huh?
I'm on to you, pervert! You're a pervert!
Pervert! You're fucked up!
Fucking let me go!
You're a pedophile! You fucking pedo-- Fuck off!
Coach! Just a second, I need to talk to you.
Hey.
-Who's that Canhoto boy? -Why?
Where's Canhoto? Little dude, there's a guy coming
who wants to take you to the mainland to be the next Pauleta!
Hey, give me a hug!
See guys? If you work hard, you can do anything.
Lisbon?
You paying for it? Let's go.
Don't give the kid a stupid pipe dream.
Nuno! Rafael?
Nuno, what did you get into?
Rafael! Rafael?
Babe, your mom's gonna freak out, but fuck, it's-- it's her fault!
This says, "Keep out of reach of children."
She didn't care, she left it within reach.
Why were you going through Grandma's stuff? Look at me!
-I promise I thought he was sleeping. -I know who was sleeping.
-I mean, Sílvia, I'm all alone! -Come on.
All right Nuno, go clean yourself up.
Ask Dad for help.
Be your mom doing it.
What's up, brother?
Nothing.
-Hmm. -I'm all fucked up in the head!
I'm always running back and forth, back and forth.
I'm never fucking going anywhere.
Mmm. Like you're in a cell.
In a-- In a prison?
Ah.
Oh, brother, fuck. Sorry.
I-- I know how good I got it.
And I love Sílvia, and I love my fucking kid!
It's like I won the big game with a bicycle kick,
and everyone's screaming my name!
But there's always something to do in the fucking house.
-Some bill that needs to be paid off. -Mmm.
Mother-in-law's there.
"Guerilla training."
"Hand-to-hand combat."
"Pistols. Revolvers."
Mm-hmm.
What's this about?
It explains how to make your own tear gas at home.
Fuck, seriously?
Your uncle did some gangster shit, motherfucker!
-Yeah. -You want a beer?
No, no. And you're having a coffee.
-I've been thinking about some shit. -Mmm.
I know that house cats live longer.
But what would you prefer?
Would you rather be a house cat, get your balls cut off?
Mmm.
-Eat gourmet cat food all day? -Or?
Or an alley cat who's free?
Just free to get all the pussy you want.
Not that I want any other pussy. I hit the lottery. Right?
I'd prefer to be an alley cat, but don't tell anyone, okay?
Fight the seagulls!
Jumping on all those roofs.
Just drink your coffee, bro, you're fucking drunk.
And you can crash here tonight if you want, bro, no problem.
Tomorrow's a new day. You can get it all sorted out.
"Get it all sorted out," huh?
That was it. From then on we became Night Vigilantes.
It's the same shit every time.
A cruise comes over from Brazil.
The priest puts his bag up on the conveyor,
and the Port Director brings it straight to the back.
And his bag doesn't get scanned?
Never.
Another gate agent takes the bag and hands it to the priest.
Then, he goes for a sweet cheese custard pie.
It's always the same routine.
Mmm.
He's one custard pie away from diabetes.
Amen.
Wonder what he's got in there.
That's what we're gonna find out, brother.
But you signed a contract, Carlinhos. You have to be here, all right?
Do you know the favors I pulled to get this job for you?
Yeah, but honestly, I thought it'd be different.
Nobody cares about my music. I'm suffocating.
-They keep asking for the same song-- -I understand.
But it's just one more year.
One more year and we can talk about it after that.
Right, when you're in Ponta Delgada again, let me stay on land.
I'd be a fisherman if I liked boats.
Just tell me why.
To fuck them like they fucked us.
Have you seen the priest aboard?
The priest is part of the crew. They have a chapel on the cruise.
-Oh, really? -Really, yeah.
Someone dies every trip 'cause of all the old people.
A present… for your next trip.
Nuno waited for you at Lurdes's for two hours.
Fuck. Jeez, I'm sorry.
Where were you?
You can ask Eduardo.
Where's Nuno?
With my mom.
Mmm.
No kiss?
No.
We sold everything.
We sold-- We sold all of it like you asked.
Sure, but…
Let he who hasn't been fucked by white powder cast the first stone.
When word got out that High Powder was a pyramid scheme,
the neighbors Sílvia's mom recruited came looking for answers.
Hey, Ma, what's happening?
You need to understand that--
Ma!
They screwed me too. Just relax. I'll be right back.
Oh, my God.
Can you help, honey? I need you.
I need to pay them back.
To get what you want in life, you gotta have balls.
And mine were feelin' pretty big.
I went to the bank. If we return the boat, then they'll forgive the loan.
I always had perfect timing when it came to courting Sílvia.
Rafael…
Dude, be for real.
Sílvia Arruda, what do you say we get married?
Half of all married couples end up divorced.
And we have to get a job first.
Come on. Let's go.
Sorry, wrong room.
Miss?
Are you okay?
Fuck!
Oh, gross!
Wow.
You planned this big heist,
and it turns out he's a rubber pussy dealer?
I've already shown Agostinho.
Man, a monstrance like this one?
You could easily get 20,000 for it.
Ten percent for me, and I'll find a buyer. Deal?
You must really miss jail life.
No one will ever know it was us.
-Hmm. -It was Night Vigilantes.
Man, prison messed with your head.
We'll use the money we get to catch that motherfucker from the docks.
No.
We'll be using the money from the monstrance
to help people out.
Well… we could do both, right?
Hmm?
-Sorry. -Are you slow, dude?
Slow? Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?
-Are you crazy? -Don't fucking touch me!
-Fuck this! -Whoa! I'll bust your face open.
-Hey, get over here! I'll kill you! -Fuck!
I'll fucking kill you!
-I'll fuck you up, you're dead! -Get the fuck off me!
-I'll fuck you up! -You're gonna fuck me up, huh?
-Yeah? -I'll fuck you up!
-Get the fuck off me! -Fuck you.
Go then!
-Get the fuck off me, dude. -Yeah, calm down, idiot.
-Bitch! -I'm from fucking Rabo de Peixe, man!
Rabo de Peixe, bro!
The fuck you laughing at, motherfucker?
-Fuck you! -No, fuck you.
Twenty thousand?
Easily.
If only it wasn't made by Chinese children.
Well, my job here is done.
May our Lord Jesus keep and protect you.
Amen.
Are you fucking kidding me?
-Fucking shit… -"Made in China."
Dude…
Well, now I'm fucking hungry. You got anything, bro?
I don't have anything.
-Not even a can of tuna? -I don't have anything, Rafael!
For fuck's sake.
Yeah, "fuck" is right!
Hey. Don't you have any shame? That's the body of Christ.
Don't blame me, blame the no-snack-bringing son of a bitch.
Mmm.
What are you smiling for?
"Body of Christ," my hairy ass.
This is cocaine, you fuckers.
Uh-uh!
Let me see that. What do you mean?
What?
Let me see.
Rafael.
Rafael, don't.
I won't! I won't do it.
Motherfucker.
Okay, all good. Uh, can I pay you by check?
Just tell Alfredo he can't cash it till Friday. That okay?
-Yeah, I don't know. -What do you mean by that?
-Have I ever stiffed you? -How much is it?
No, no, no, I've got this. I'm fine. Look, I never missed a payment.
Can I leave this here?
Sure.
MISSING: MARIANA FRIAS HAVE YOU SEEN THIS GIRL?
Well?
How about that? Keep the change, okay?
Appreciate it.
You should sell this place while there's still time.
Time for what?
Time to make a profit. Cash out.
You'd like that, wouldn't you?
Nope. Not a chance.
Paula.
Rogerio Malafaia filed a complaint.
That'd be the word of an ex-con against mine.
The fifth ex-con since Monday. Come on, Paula.
If all of you did your job, then I wouldn't have to step in, would I?
I took it upon myself to interrogate every person on that list.
We've done all we could with what's available.
Sorry we didn't get any information.
You won't believe me,
even though my evidence against Banha was stolen.
Everyone knows that he's corrupt, Paula. Of course, I believe you.
But whoever took the stuff from your house, they--
They also took my daughter!
They took my fucking daughter!
Paula, you just can't keep impersonating an officer.
Hand it over.
Don't make this more difficult.
Come on.
INTERN - POLICE DEPARTMENT
Is everything all right?
We're missing that side of the street.
Well, we all know who's responsible
for these violent, terrible crimes on the island.
I don't know how anyone can believe this bullshit.
The sad thing is, she's probably gonna win the election.
Like I said, you should register to vote in São--
-I'm going to bed. -But it's early.
-Today was a lot. -Let me take you to dinner.
-I have to get up early. -No, you don't, Paula. Come on.
I'm off work, we should get some air. Uh, maybe go on a hike?
Come on. Hiking, Pedro? That's boring.
Then, how about we go running?
There's a lot on my mind, okay?
There's more to life than that, Paula.
Yeah?
I'm warning you, don't try to fuck me over.
I've been doing this shit my whole life. I've never had any problems.
How do you know? How do you know?
It's more likely the priest took it. Did you think of that?
Ah.
I've held up my part of the arrangement.
Don't blame me, it's on you.
You want your church cookies back now?
Church cookies?
Ah.
Three years ago at the port, somebody took a container of cocaine.
Who took the container?
Are those "church cookies" round, like coins?
My advice?
Shove them up your asses, boys.
Like a piggy bank.
Where's the container, asshole?
You'd better tell us what you know.
Otherwise, the guys who own those wafers will think you took the drugs.
Do you have difficulty breathing with those stupid things on your heads?
Oxygen deprivation has you all fucked up, 'cause your brains aren't getting air.
The drugs don't matter.
What the fuck?
And this?
I guess this doesn't matter.
Don't.
-No. -And this one?
-No, no. -Still not talking?
No! No, no, stop!
How many you want us to break, fucking clown?
-No, please! -Quit fucking around.
-Talking or not, asshole? -You better talk.
It was the lawyer, it was Lessa.
-Lessa? -It was the lawyer, Lessa.
I couldn't pull off a hit that big. So…
I gave the info to Lessa. I sold it.
He-- He took care of everything.
Here, take this. Come on. Let's go.
All right.
What the fuck's this?
Come on, come on, come on.
Rafael!
Come on, man!
This fuckin' idiot.
Get the mask off, bro.
Easy!
Calm down. Calm down!
What a night.
-Sure is. -Good to see you.
So, you tell 'em anything?
-Not a fucking thing, no. -Mmm.
Those guys are after someone.
Ah! Francisco.
Indiana Jones here needs some food.
How about you grab him a protein bar while we talk?
I'm not your butler, go get it yourself.
This isn't what I got out of prison for!
-That's what got you locked up. -My point exactly, Carlinhos.
But we agreed the money from the monstrance
would be used for people who need it.
Uh, Sílvia, it's not a monstrance, though. It's cocaine.
And our goal is to help people out. And deliver justice, right?
Not revenge?
Wanna go to prison? Is that it?
Don't you think we've been through enough because of cocaine?
Some good times too, don't forget that.
Forgive me for saying we had fun.
-I was in prison for three years, dude! -You're right, my bad. Sorry, man.
You have your plans and I have mine.
Sorry, but I don't wanna end up back in prison.
Turn it up!
…taken into custody. The suspect from Santa Maria was arrested.
And apparently, in recent years,
hundreds of works of art and valuable objects
have been stolen by the Security Director…
My God, that's the guy.
…of the Ponta Delgada Port…
Holy shit, man.
The police complaint was filed by a group that calls itself Night Vigilantes.
Perhaps you've heard of the Night--
Shit! We're on the fucking evening news!
The group behaved as a sort of Robin Hood.
When the king gave the rich the land where the poor had their gardens,
Night Vigilantes was born.
To torture the mighty, and protect the tortured.
Just as it appeared, Night Vigilantes was gone.
Hunted down one by one.
And now, Night Vigilantes has returned.
To torture the mighty, and protect the tortured.
There is a house
In New Orleans
They call
The Rising Sun
It's been the ruin
Of many a poor boy
God, I know I'm one
Good morning.
I'm looking for a job. Have anything I can help with?
I don't. No.
-Sorry. -All right.
Thank you.
Hi, good morning.
I'm looking for a job.
I can do anything on the boat, or whatever it takes.
The cruise ships completely ruined the islands.
Fishing boats hardly ever went out to sea anymore.
There were fewer and fewer fish.
They said it was because of pollution.
And with all the shit that went down with him in Rabo de Peixe,
no one was going to give Eduardo a job.
He was more toxic than a three-dicked dog from Chernobyl.
FOR SALE
But he's always been a stubborn bastard.
Oh, mother, tell your children
Not to do what I've done…
Are we square?
All right.
To spend your lives
In pain and misery
In the house…
Jeremias, good luck in America.
In the house
Of the Rising Sun
PORT DIRECTOR
A long time ago, when Portugal was under Spanish rule,
the big boss here in the Azores sent a letter to the king of Castile,
saying, "Better to die free than have peace as a subject."
We liked the phrase so much that it became the motto of the Azores.
But this is a fucking island,
and every island's a prison unto itself.
No wonder you need to die to be free. f.